Here must I pause with reverential awe,
And pay the homage of a heart sincero
To thee, O BALLINTHOUMPLE!! could I draw
A picture of thy Corporation, here

I'd make the bold essay---for whoe'er saw

The splendid pomp of pageantry appear
In proud procession, must concede to thee
The envied palm of civic rivalry!

Thy charter granted to old Theige M'Thule
At least a thousand years before the flood,
With boundless sway, o'er ev'ry bank to rule

Where cockles courted in their " verdant mud."
Thy chair of state---thy tripod---three leg'd stool,
On which thy mighty Mayor or sat, or stood,
Minist'ring justice---as we pray to see
And do see minister'd,---indifferently!

How gorgeous thy regalia! Thy gold chains
And collar of S S-how splendid! how
Thy rich wrought sword our admiration gains!
How massy are thy maces! and the prow
Of thy state barge, how brilliant! there remains
To notice but thy beef-eaters---I vow
They cannot be surpass'd throughout the nation,
And must immortalize thy Corporation !!

Swiftly we fly---and get a passing view

Of old Dundannian castle and demesne,

Bless'd with such gifts from Nature, but how few From man! nor are we suffer'd to remain

To gaze on beauteous Lota---but pursue

Our course, to where upon the watery plain Old Blackrock castle with majestic height, Salutes by day, and guides our boat by night.

"Stop Tom," the Captain calls---at his desire 'Tis stop'd---two Blackrock passengers draw near.

And now, thy rich romantic hills, Glanmire,

Thy sloping woods, and winding stream appear In open landscape---while the distant spire

Hallows the ripening glories of the year---
But ah! the wheel revolves---we can't delay,
And all the sweet enchantment glides away.

Now in Loughmahon's open gulph, the grand
And wide extended prospect, we survey---
'Till thence attracted by the sweetly bland
And smiling Mr. Conway, just to pray
Our kind acceptance of a passport, ---and
So gently hinting, what we have to pay---

Yet none forgetting in the general bustle,
And changing every where-except in muscle.
ла?

Now pass we Passage; and its echo, age
Tells to the passengers its dismal tale---
Yet grandly form'd by Nature to engage

In every art for navigation's weal,
The Dock secure---the shipwright's busy stage,
The twisted cordage, and the swelling sail
Should here be sought---Let enterprise awake,
And here her just and grand position take.

Some of our company now go ashore

To join their families at prayers and dinner; The first at one---the second about four

Or five,---just as it suits each hungry sinner. Meanwhile some walk for appetite---some more

Go see the Guardship, and stay lounging in her 'Till the young Midshipmen so smug and civil Disturb'd from dinner, wish them to the devil.

We pass the Giants' stairs, where never step'd
A Giant---but no matter---'tis a flight---
Of fancy.---Now a larboard course is kept,

And Monkstown's old grey castle heaves in sight;
Where many a winter drear, the cold winds swept
Thro' its dismantled battlements at night,

Like "goblins dam'd" who rode upon the "blast---
From hell"---but 'tis inhabited at last,

By Soldiers,---and the cottages below

Smile sweetly, shaded by the lofty grove
That overhangs them---and in summer's glow,
Court the cool breezes as they gently move
Along the tide's bright surface, and bestow
Their sweet refreshing influence above.
Where the high castle shews its visage grim---
In awful contrast with gay fancy's "whim."

Now Cove at length its azure front displays,
Emerging boldly from its wavy bed.
Cove---which with joy the mariner surveys,

With ship dismasted, and from toil half dead:
But which at Lloyd's a different feeling sways,
Or did so, formerly---I should have said---
For no where now can cheaper jobs prevail,
Save at Crook-haven, or, perhaps, Kinsale.

High heaves each pitying breast, as passing by
The Convict ship---to think upon the crowd

Of wretched human sufferers, who lie

Chain'd on their hard and narrow bed, and bow'd Down with the weight of misery---each eye

Drops tears---and our stout Captain cries aloud-

"Look, look John, damn it, where d'you mean to put her,

Quick, quick man, go to leeward of that cutter."

"Ah bother," lowly mutters John, “

go teach

"Your granny to lap ashes"---then, in strain
A good deal lower, loud enough to reach

The Captain's hearing---" where, sir, do you mean
To land"-" Why, John, I think upon the beach"-
And speedily the wished-for beach we gain,
Where the tough hawsers keep the vessel steady
And all for disembarking now get ready.-

Then, we are told, that in about an hour
Should any for a further trip incline,
The boat will go as far as Roche's Tower
Or up the river, on to Carrigaline,
Or the East Ferry---and, if in our power,
On to Belvelly---and return to dine---
But on the gangway, lo! O'Brien standing

Takes leave and ticket of each person landing.

"Captain, I'll send my man down”---“ Very well ma'am"-
"When go you back?"---" At six, sir, six precisely"---
"Have prayers begun ?"--" Not yet---I hear the bell ma'am"-
"Will the tide serve this evening?" Yes, sir, nicely"---
"Which is the better boat?" "Oh! we excel, ma'am."

"

I've brought some bread down."---" Sir, you acted wisely"---
Why Captain, your'e the general favourite---hush is

"My brother near"--" Oh, spare, ma'am, spare my blushes."

Here end the Canto and the Tale together,

The boat arriv'd, the passengers ashore---
Yet if John Bolster thinks 'twill be a feather
In his new cap---I'll make the Cantos four---
And take another voyage---wind and weather

Permitting me to launch my barque, once more--

Or with les metaphor---if health, and time---
From gout and business---suffer me to rhyme.

THE ROYAL HIBERNIAN ACADEMY.

The Royal Hibernian Academy for the promotion of the Fine Arts in Ireland, held its first Exhibition this season. The Academy house has been erected at the expence of ten thousand pounds, by Mr. Johnston, the eminent architect, and has been presented by him A FREE GIFT to the Society. A charter has been obtained, and the Irish Artists are now organised, and members are elected when their talents and industry entitle them to be enrolled. The present members of the Royal Hibernian Academy are:Honorary Members.-Sir Thomas Lawrence, President of the Royal

Academy, London, and principal painter in ordinary to his Majesty.Martin Archer Shee, Esq. R. A. London.-Andrew Johnston, Esq. Fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons, Dublin, Professor of Anatomy.— Paul Twigge, A. M. Professor of History.

Academicians.-Francis Johnston, Esq. President.-Henry A. Baker, Esq. Sec. pro-tem.-Thomas J. Mulvany, Esq. Keeper.-William Cuming, Esq. Treasurer.-Martin Cregan, Esq. Auditor.-Thomas Kirk, Esq.-William Mossop, Esq. Sec.-John G. Mulvany, Esq. Auditor.Joseph Peacock, Esq.-Thomas C. Thompson, Esq.-Robert L. West, Esq.-Henry Kirchhoffer, Esq.-James J. Russell, Esq.

Associates.-Richard Rothwell, Esq.-John Smyth, Esq.-John Williamson, Esq.-John Haverty, Esq.-George Petrie, Esq.---J. R. Maguire, Esq.

It could not be reasonably expected that the first exhibition of the Irish Academy, should equal the fifty-eight of the Royal Academy of England ;---but our first exhibition did wonders. It was respectable and attractive, and possessed many works that would do honour even to Somerset House, and those were the productions of young and unnoticed Irish Artists. The rooms were open each day from 10, until a late hour in the evening, and at every hour were well attended. In consequence of the number of visitors it was found necessary to print three editions of the Catalogue,

The hall of the Academy contains a cast of the Barbarini Faun, presented to the Academy by Sir Thomas Lawrence---Kirk's fine collossal statue of Thomas Spring Rice, executed for the citizens of Limerick---and collossal Busts of Canova and Thorwalden, sent from Rome to the Academy by Henry Hamilton, Esq.

The Anti-room contains some fine Busts by Kirk, and a cast of Westmacotte's Houseless Wanderer, presented by the Artist to the Academy. There are some fine Miniatures in this room, by Robertson, Lover, Kirchhoffer, &c, and some interesting drawings in water colours, by Petrie, Kirchhoffer, Baker, Lover, &c. and by Mr. Brennan of Cork.

The great majority of Pictures in the Exhibition are, necessarily, Portraits; many of them are spirited and true, and reflect great credit on the Artists, We could give a long list of interesting and attractive Pictures, but have only space, in our present Number, for the titles of a few:

63.---The little Armoury of Sir Walter Scott, at Abbotsford. Major Henry Stisted.

Among the many interesting objects in this Armoury are the following, viz: Rob Roy's Gun; Claverhouse's Pistols; Lock and ponderous Keys of the Old Tolbooth, or Heart of Midlothian,-a -a great variety of Dirks, Daggers, Broad Swords, Spears, &c.-The Armour of Charles V. inlaid with gold, and bearing the insigna of the golden fleece; Napoleon's Pistols, and many Waterloo Trophies.

65.---Sketch-of a Tree.

Miss Newenham. H.

72.---View in Poulona Glen, Co. Wicklow, H. Kirchhoffer, R. H. A. 76.--The Mitcher, John G. Mulvany, R. H. A. 84.---View of the Villa D'Este, the residence of the late Queen Caroline, on the Lake of Como, from Nature.

A Lady, H. 86.---The Road out of Georgia, by the borders of the Terek.

Lieut. Col. D'Arcy.

93.---View in the Dargle,

T. S. Roberts, R. H. A. 97.---Fishermens' Houses at the entrance of Dieppe,---scene, loading a Waggon with fish for the Paris Market. Thomas J. Mulvany. R. H. A. 118.---The Entrance to Rostrevor, from the Newry Road. John G. Mulvany, R. H. A.

125.---Recovery of the intercepted Love Letter.

147.---The Painter forgotten.

174.---Fortune Telling.

182.---Domestic Quarrels.

C. D. Leahy.

Richard Rothwell, A.

274.---Design from the Pirate, Norna working her spell.

E. D. Leahy.

T. Foster, A.

S. Lover.

'Brenda gazed at Minna, who sat in that rude chair of dark stone, her finely formed shape and limbs making the strongest contrast with its ponderous and irregular angles,-Norna next undid the fillet which bound her grizzled hair, and shaking her head wildly, caused it to fall in disheveled abundance over her face and round her shoulders."Pirate, Vol. III. Chap. 1st.

YERUKA.

The splashing plunge of the light canoes,
Breaks on the smooth water's deep repose;
And the sounds of the Indian's joyous cry
Affright the brown mocking bird soaring high;
And the feet of the dark and yelling band
That crowd the verge of the glistening strand,
Raise a sparkling cloud from the sandy shore
As they dance their wild dance; their faces o'er
There is a mad beaming of extacy;

And their laugh has the tone of deep rude glee:
And their hearts are as light as their bounding steps,
And as bright as their sunny and deep red lips :—
For the Indian's moon of flowers is come,
And they go in search of a summer home.

On the wide Savannas, there is a fresh bloom,
And the young leaves are deep'ning the forest gloom,
The desert smiles grimly beneath the sun;
And rein-deer in herds through its drear wilds run,
The humming-bird, though unseen, is singing,—
The wilds, with its melting voice, is ringing:

The scarlet cardinal swells its fat throat,
As it whistles its summer-black-bird note;

And plumes its red wing, and smooths its red crest,

Ere it leaves the retreat of its winter nest.

The ephemera awaked at last,

From its long, long sleep, is fluttering past;